One more time...

I see you sitting in that chair, quiet.

Probably waiting for the doctor to call you. You’re right, hands crossed, the end of your foot tapping the floor in rhythm. You don’t look stressed or even anxious, that’s just how you pass the time. You lower your head, a strand of hair hides your beautiful emerald green eyes. You come and drop this fuse with your big piano hand behind your ear and you smile, you smile foolishly -you have surely thought about something that makes you laugh- and I smile, also foolishly. Seeing you laugh filled me with joy.

You straighten your head, and you clap lashes, long black lashes that make your eyes, something unique. You start to get bored, you decide to take your computer out of your pocket. You open it, you turn it on and you search. I don’t know what you’re looking for. You frown, you open your lips unconsciously,

an eyelash.

a tear rolls on your pink cheeks.

Two lashes.

a second tear rolls on your cheeks that have lost their clarity.

What you found was not good news. I feared this moment...

You decide to close your computer abruptly, You put it away and you get up, You wipe your tears by walking quickly to the exit...

I wanted to catch up with you, and tell you how much I love you... but I couldn’t...

You knew that day that your father died of an overdose, you knew it in the worst possible way: on the internet, your father was known and you didn’t deserve this, you probably never would have wanted knowledge in this way...

I still dream of your beautiful face so happy and that it is quickly darkened when you will not see me again...

I would have liked to see you smile forever. I wish this moment never came and you didn’t learn it either that way... I’d like to hug you, tell you that everything is fine, that you have nothing to fear, like when you were very little...

I would love to see you again one last time...